The beginning of today wasn't that great (I slept through chapel and class and I was feeling pretty useless), but it got better. I think I realized that I'm just having an off week and it happens to everyone. And if certain people can't deal with that in me, then they aren't really my friends. (I credit the comment Julie left me with this realization, thanks Jules
) Those that really care about me love me everyday; no matter what kind of mood I'm in and whether I am the most fun or the most boring person in the world.
I also think that I need to remind myself often that I am not the only one to blame when I don't get to spend time with friends. It works both ways and just because I don't have the time one week to call or spend time with people, doesn't mean it's all my fault and that I am a bad friend. This happens to me a lot. I am actually pretty bad at keeping in touch with people. But it's not because I forget about people or love that person any less - it's just something that happens. And I feel bad about it ALL the time and I don't really think that's necessary. The friends that really truly love me for me don't mind if I go a few months without talking to them on the phone, they still want to hang out when I am around or talk to me when I do call them. And I really appreciate those friends.
They are what make my life.
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